Oldest Son came home from Jewish summer camp today with the question, "Guess what we had today?" Before I could answer, he continued. "We had a big storm and lightning struck a bush and it caught fire. But everyone's okay."
I couldn't ignore the opportunity. "You had a burning bush at camp?"
"Yeah. The fire department was there and everything."
I was still finding this amusing, since no one's safety was in question. "Did anyone speak from the bush?"
A big smile beamed from his face. "No! Not that kind of burning bush. This was a real burning bush. I didn't see it but I heard someone tell my counselor. People were in the building and saw the burning bush and called the fire department and they put the fire out before it caught anything else on fire."
I guess they go all out for having Jewish experiences at camp.